18 & Over Book Blogger Tag Along Friday!!

18 and over book bloggers tag along is for adult book bloggers to get to know each other and hopefully gain more followers. It doesn't matter what sub-genre you read as long as you read and review adult books.  You can have a book blog that reads some teen books, but you have to have more adult books on your blog then YA. I know, I know I am a pain LOL.

How it works
*First make a post on your blog with this picture on top. That lets us know we are in the right place to make a comment so you can follow back. If you don’t do this I will have to take you off the tag along.

*Second place your name or blogs name in the first linky tool.  I want to add here, put in (paranormal romance) beside your blogs name what you mainly review. Then add your URL to the tag along post in the second Linky tool.

*Third visit blogs listed if you like what you see hit the follow button. Remember to leave a comment, so they can tag along back.

If you have a question or problems you can contact Laurie @ Bitten by Paranormal Romance she is the host.

Now, get out there and find some 18 and over bloggers!

In My Mailbox

 In My Mailbox

All the books I received recently are:

Bought:

A Mermaid's Kiss by Joey Hill -
I bought this book for my love of Mermaid's. When I was a little girl the mermaid was my all time favorite paranormal creature.











For Review:

Forbidden Blood by Felicity Heaton - 
I have not had a chance to read any of Felicity Heaton books before so I'm excited to read it. I think it will be next on my list of books to read.

The Dream Crystal by Mark O'Bannon - 
This sounds like a very interesting story so I decided to give it a shot. I haven't read anything about this author or the book so I'm going in blind but it could always turnout to be a great story. We'll see =)















In Her Closet by T. Harrison - 
Haven't heard anything about this one either so we'll cross our fingers.










Library:

This is the book I'm reading right now as my birthday gift to me. I absolutely love this series and haven't read a bad book in the whole series.












I won:

Review: "How to flirt with a Naked Werewolf."

"How to Flirt with a Naked Werewolf"

by: Molly Harper

Series: Naked Werewolf Series #1
Genre: Paranorma Romance

Pages: 384

Author's Website: 
http://www.mollyharper.com/

Source: Publisher in exchange for a honest review

Published: October 2010 by Create Space

 

Goodreads Blurb: 

Northern Exposure
Even in Grundy, Alaska, it’s unusual to find a naked guy with a bear trap clamped to his ankle on your porch. But when said guy turns into a wolf, recent southern transplant Mo Wenstein has no difficulty identifying the problem. Her surly neighbor Cooper Graham—who has been openly critical of Mo’s ability to adapt to life in Alaska—has trouble of his own. Werewolf trouble.
For Cooper, an Alpha in self-imposed exile from his dysfunctional pack, it’s love at first sniff when it comes to Mo. But Cooper has an even more pressing concern on his mind. Several people around Grundy have been the victims of wolf attacks, and since Cooper has no memory of what he gets up to while in werewolf form, he’s worried that he might be the violent canine in question.
If a wolf cries wolf, it makes sense to listen, yet Mo is convinced that Cooper is not the culprit. Except if he’s not responsible, then who is? And when a werewolf falls head over haunches in love with you, what are you supposed to do anyway? The rules of dating just got a whole lot more complicated. . . .

My Review:
There are some great characters in this book and you'll get a laugh or two. I personally thought just about the whole book was humorous. It was a real fast read. Overall its just a great book. I would recommend this book to anyone except people that don't like were wolves. The main character Mo is  a fun person that can take just about anything with a smile. Thankfully she has. She has escaped a fiance that won't have her any more so the farthest place she could go was Alaska of course.

I'm not telling who she ends up with you'll have to read the book for that. This book had a great plot and pace. Another awesome page turner. I fell in love with the characters and I was surprised at the end.

Overall rating: 

Sex rating:

June's Monthly Book Giveaway

This month for my monthly book giveaway I am giving away the first two books in the Naked Werewolf Series by Molly Harper. They are used but have been handled lovingly.

1. This giveaway is open only to US due to shipping costs. Sorry :(
2. I will be drawing the winner using random.org
3. One person will win both books.
4. All you have to do to enter is be a follower and leave a comment with your follower name and email address. 
5. If you post my monthly giveaway button in your sidebar you will get 2 extra points. Please look for the html for the button in my righthand sidebar.

Thank you and Good Luck!!!

2011 Historical Romance Challenge - June

Hello Everyone,

It's time for the 6th month of our Historical Romance Reading Challenge. Each month I will post what the giveaway prize will be for that month and also attach a Mister Linky so you can post your reviews for everyone to see. I do check them all (btw). If you don't attach a review post of a book that you read in March, you will not be entered into the giveaway. Also, you need 12 reviews to be entered into the Grand Prize at the end. You can post more than one review for the month but you only get one entry into the giveaway. So, yes, you can catch up. 


Prizes: (US & International)

Just Like Heaven (Smythe-Smith Quartet #1)

by: Julia Quinn

Goodreads Blurb:

Honoria Smythe-Smith is:
A) a really bad violinist B) still miffed at being nicknamed "Bug" as a child C) not in love with her older brother's best friend D) all of the above
Marcus Holroyd is:
A) the Earl of Chatteris B) regrettably prone to sprained ankles C) not in love with his best friend's younger sister D) all of the above
Together they:
A) eat quite a bit of chocolate cake B) survive a deadly fever and the world's worst musical performance C) fall quite desperately in love
It's Julia Quinn at her best, so you know the answer is . . .
D) all of the above


You can also win 2 beautiful bookmarks by Miss Bohemia 

 

 

Winners Have Been Drawn for the 18+ Couples Hop!

The winners have been selected using random.org. I also wanted to thank Eve Langlais for her time and donations to this hop. If you want to find out more about Eve and her other books her website is:  http://www.evelanglais.com/

The winner of Accidental Abduction is...

LadyVampire2u

 

The winner of Date with Death is...

StacieDM

 

Congratulations to both winners! 

Please contact me with your mailing address. I will email you and if I don't hear from you in 48 hours I will have to pick a new winner.

Winners of two giveaways.

I have chosen the winners of my monthly Historical Romance Challenge and my Monthly Book Giveaway.


The winner of:

Kim @ The Caffeinated Diva

The Winner of:

Pam S

Congratulations to both winners! I will need your mailing address within 48 hours. Thank you to all that participated.

I'm Back!

We had a blast on the cruise and seen a lot of beautiful islands in the Caribbean. I had fantasy's about laying out on the beach or pool reading to my hearts content and you won't believe I left my reading glasses at home so I didn't read hardly at all because I have terrible vision. I also forgot to bring my camera so I have no pictures to share with you all. Other than these two things I still had a great time.
Now that I'm back I'm going to try to get caught up on everything with in the next 2-3 days. Such as:

1. Announcing the winners of my May Historical Reading Challenge Giveaway and my Monthly Book Giveaway.
2. The 18+ Couples Blog Hop ends today so I'll have to go through everything and pick winners using random.org.
3. I will be posting the Historical Romance Reading Challenge for June so that participates can post their book reviews.
4. I will also be putting up a poll for the Monthly Book Giveaway pick.

I'm happy to be home and can't wait to see what everyone has been up too.

Date with Death (Excerpt &, Giveaway)

Today we're going to talk about her new book "Date with Death". Which I have read and reviewed. so I will be posting my review, Chapter 1 excerpt and a giveaway.


Excerpt:
Chapter One

Only one ingredient to go. Marigold held the last bit over the boiling cauldron and began reciting the words to the spell that would grant her something she’d longed for all her life. A prize without compare that modern cosmetics promised but never cured--getting rid of her bloody freckles.

Giddy with anticipation, she took a deep breath and continued her chant. “Hair of the divine beast, grant me the wish I seek.” She dangled the glimmering unicorn hair over the bubbling brew--a frothy concoction she didn’t really want to drink because it smelled and looked icky, but drink it she would if it would help. She dropped the glimmering strand and it sank in the potion with an ominous sizzle. Hmm, hope it doesn’t do that when I swallow it. Marigold opened her mouth to say the words to invoke the spell when she heard movement.

Whirling, she saw a cloaked figure standing at the edge of the candlelight, a scythe in one hand.

“Who the hell are you?” she asked grabbing up her athame and brandishing it in front of her.

“You can see me?” The hooded stranger seemed taken aback judging by his tone.

“Well, duh,” she said rolling her eyes. “You’re, like, standing right in front of me. I’m not bloody blind you know.”

“But you’re not supposed to see me.”

The stranger had an accent, which even given the strange circumstance, Marigold found hot. “Not only can I see you, but I’d like to know just how the fuck you got in here?” The doors to Marigold’s apartment were all locked and she’d spelled them as well. So how had he gotten in without setting off any of her alarms? Maybe he was a demon. Or a ghost, or...

“Death cannot be hindered by a mere mortal lock,” he announced pompously.

“Death?” Marigold giggled. “Oh, come now. You’re not big enough or scary enough to be him.”

Marigold could have sworn she heard him growl. “I might not be the actual Lord of Death, but I am one of his lieutenants. Now, do you mind stopping the idle chit chatter and getting on with what you were doing? I’ve got other appointments to keep.”

But Marigold wasn’t stupid. “Wait a second. If you’re here to collect me for the underworld, then that must mean I’m about to do something deadly.” She eyed her cauldron and sighed. “I should have known better than to try a spell I found on the internet.” Blowing out the candles, she carefully stored the remaining unicorn hair--a precious commodity that had cost her dearly--and turned to face him with a smile. “Sorry. I’ve decided today is not a good day to die. See you in, like, oh, one hundred years.”

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” Death’s agent didn’t sound too happy. Lifting an arm, the loose sleeve of his robe fell back and a large hand pushed back the cowl. Blazing eyes regarded her, but that wasn’t what made Marigold speechless. Talk about a handsome hunk of man.

For some reason, when she’d pictured Death and his minions, she’d expected skeletal figures with blazing coal red eyes. Reality vastly differed, in a good way. At a tad over six foot, the Grim Reaper’s minion glared at her with intense dark eyes, chiseled features that included high cheekbones, a straight aristocratic nose and full, sensual lips. His hair was short and a deep ebony color that glinted blue in the dim lights of her apartment and set off his tan beautifully--I wonder if he’d get naked so I can see if he’s tanned all over? His robe unfortunately hid the rest of him, but if his body matched the big hands and thick, muscled forearm he’d revealed, then she thought it a pity he’d taken up soul collecting instead of pole dancing as a profession.

He pointed his scythe at her. “You can’t avoid an appointment with Death, so please cooperate and finish what you were doing.”

Marigold crossed her arms under her boobs and shook her head. “No. And you can’t make me.” I think, she added silently.

“Says whom?” He took a menacing step forward.

With a bravery she didn’t quite believe, but faked quite well, she dared him. “So go ahead, kill me in cold blood, you big--big meanie.” As name calling went, it was quite lame, but somehow she couldn’t bring herself to call him something really nasty. Although, she wouldn’t mind him doing nasty things to her body, naked, of course.

“I’m a meanie? I’ll have you know women say I’m the nicest guy they’ve ever met.”

“And is this before or after you drag their souls back to your boss?” she replied sarcastically.

“I don’t mix business with pleasure.”

“What a shame,” said Marigold. “I guess this means you won’t be able to accept when I ask you to come back for dinner tomorrow night.” The invitation popped out of her mouth, but once extended, she felt no urge to take it back. The man, minion, whatever, was delicious defined.

“Aren’t you afraid I’m going to try and take your soul?”

“Could you wait until after dessert? I make a kick ass cheesecake.”

He didn’t answer, instead, still shaking his head and mumbling under his breath something that sounded like “completely insane,” he faded away.

Marigold knew she should celebrate having escaped Death’s clutch, but instead she found herself a little disappointed. Now how will I get him into my bed for heart stopping sex?









* * * * * Non stop action and fascinating characters, this erotic novellette is now available at Liquid Silver Books.




Giveaway:  
We will be having a giveaway a ebook copy to one winner.
Just leave a comment with your name and email so I can get your mailing address.

Books by Eve Langlais

Chapter One

Only one ingredient to go. Marigold held the last bit over the boiling cauldron and began reciting the words to the spell that would grant her something she’d longed for all her life. A prize without compare that modern cosmetics promised but never cured--getting rid of her bloody freckles.

Giddy with anticipation, she took a deep breath and continued her chant. “Hair of the divine beast, grant me the wish I seek.” She dangled the glimmering unicorn hair over the bubbling brew--a frothy concoction she didn’t really want to drink because it smelled and looked icky, but drink it she would if it would help. She dropped the glimmering strand and it sank in the potion with an ominous sizzle. Hmm, hope it doesn’t do that when I swallow it. Marigold opened her mouth to say the words to invoke the spell when she heard movement.

Whirling, she saw a cloaked figure standing at the edge of the candlelight, a scythe in one hand.

“Who the hell are you?” she asked grabbing up her athame and brandishing it in front of her.

“You can see me?” The hooded stranger seemed taken aback judging by his tone.

“Well, duh,” she said rolling her eyes. “You’re, like, standing right in front of me. I’m not bloody blind you know.”

“But you’re not supposed to see me.”

The stranger had an accent, which even given the strange circumstance, Marigold found hot. “Not only can I see you, but I’d like to know just how the fuck you got in here?” The doors to Marigold’s apartment were all locked and she’d spelled them as well. So how had he gotten in without setting off any of her alarms? Maybe he was a demon. Or a ghost, or...

“Death cannot be hindered by a mere mortal lock,” he announced pompously.

“Death?” Marigold giggled. “Oh, come now. You’re not big enough or scary enough to be him.”

Marigold could have sworn she heard him growl. “I might not be the actual Lord of Death, but I am one of his lieutenants. Now, do you mind stopping the idle chit chatter and getting on with what you were doing? I’ve got other appointments to keep.”

But Marigold wasn’t stupid. “Wait a second. If you’re here to collect me for the underworld, then that must mean I’m about to do something deadly.” She eyed her cauldron and sighed. “I should have known better than to try a spell I found on the internet.” Blowing out the candles, she carefully stored the remaining unicorn hair--a precious commodity that had cost her dearly--and turned to face him with a smile. “Sorry. I’ve decided today is not a good day to die. See you in, like, oh, one hundred years.”

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” Death’s agent didn’t sound too happy. Lifting an arm, the loose sleeve of his robe fell back and a large hand pushed back the cowl. Blazing eyes regarded her, but that wasn’t what made Marigold speechless. Talk about a handsome hunk of man.

For some reason, when she’d pictured Death and his minions, she’d expected skeletal figures with blazing coal red eyes. Reality vastly differed, in a good way. At a tad over six foot, the Grim Reaper’s minion glared at her with intense dark eyes, chiseled features that included high cheekbones, a straight aristocratic nose and full, sensual lips. His hair was short and a deep ebony color that glinted blue in the dim lights of her apartment and set off his tan beautifully--I wonder if he’d get naked so I can see if he’s tanned all over? His robe unfortunately hid the rest of him, but if his body matched the big hands and thick, muscled forearm he’d revealed, then she thought it a pity he’d taken up soul collecting instead of pole dancing as a profession.

He pointed his scythe at her. “You can’t avoid an appointment with Death, so please cooperate and finish what you were doing.”

Marigold crossed her arms under her boobs and shook her head. “No. And you can’t make me.” I think, she added silently.

“Says whom?” He took a menacing step forward.

With a bravery she didn’t quite believe, but faked quite well, she dared him. “So go ahead, kill me in cold blood, you big--big meanie.” As name calling went, it was quite lame, but somehow she couldn’t bring herself to call him something really nasty. Although, she wouldn’t mind him doing nasty things to her body, naked, of course.

“I’m a meanie? I’ll have you know women say I’m the nicest guy they’ve ever met.”

“And is this before or after you drag their souls back to your boss?” she replied sarcastically.

“I don’t mix business with pleasure.”

“What a shame,” said Marigold. “I guess this means you won’t be able to accept when I ask you to come back for dinner tomorrow night.” The invitation popped out of her mouth, but once extended, she felt no urge to take it back. The man, minion, whatever, was delicious defined.

“Aren’t you afraid I’m going to try and take your soul?”

“Could you wait until after dessert? I make a kick ass cheesecake.”

He didn’t answer, instead, still shaking his head and mumbling under his breath something that sounded like “completely insane,” he faded away.

Marigold knew she should celebrate having escaped Death’s clutch, but instead she found herself a little disappointed. Now how will I get him into my bed for heart stopping sex?




* * * * * Non stop action and fascinating characters, this erotic novellette is now available at Liquid Silver Books.

ISBN: 978-1-59578-814-6

Editor: Victoria Miller - www.victoriaishstm.blogspot.com
Cover Artist: Amanda Kelsey - www.razzdazzdesign.com

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		Four Diva Review for Date With Death

A boyfriend’s attempted murder leaves Megan floundering in the ocean. Sinking without hope, the bright light she sees in the night sky isn’t her doorway to heaven, but rather the beginning of her accidental abduction by a space pirate. While thankful of his rescue, Megan stays true to form and just can’t keep her mouth shut, even when he keeps threatening to kill her--or auction her off to the highest bidder. Even odder, despite her decision to not get involved with her wickedly hot captor, she can’t help craving his touch.

Tren retired from his job as a mercenary so he could enjoy life, but he never counted on the boredom of normalcy. The acquisition of rare items has somewhat filled the void, but his accidental abduction of an outspoken earthling, who doesn’t know when to shut up, turns his life upside. Her fiery spirit draws him while at the same time drives him insane. Struggling with his urges, he must decide-- throttle her barbarian neck or ravish her delectably lush body?

Despite what his heart tries to tell him, he’s determined to sell her to the highest bidder even as he seduces her body. However, despite his best intentions, he discovers he can’t let her go. And when a foe from his past thinks to steal her, he’ll do anything to get her back.

Accidental Abduction (Excerpt & Giveaway)

A boyfriend’s attempted murder leaves Megan floundering in the ocean. Sinking without hope, the bright light she sees in the night sky isn’t her doorway to heaven, but rather the beginning of her accidental abduction by a space pirate. While thankful of his rescue, Megan stays true to form and just can’t keep her mouth shut, even when he keeps threatening to kill her--or auction her off to the highest bidder. Even odder, despite her decision to not get involved with her wickedly hot captor, she can’t help craving his touch.

Tren retired from his job as a mercenary so he could enjoy life, but he never counted on the boredom of normalcy. The acquisition of rare items has somewhat filled the void, but his accidental abduction of an outspoken earthling, who doesn’t know when to shut up, turns his life upside. Her fiery spirit draws him while at the same time drives him insane. Struggling with his urges, he must decide-- throttle her barbarian neck or ravish her delectably lush body?

Despite what his heart tries to tell him, he’s determined to sell her to the highest bidder even as he seduces her body. However, despite his best intentions, he discovers he can’t let her go. And when a foe from his past thinks to steal her, he’ll do anything to get her back. 

Excerpt:
Whole in body, unsure of her spirit, and with more questions than a cop, Megan prowled around the edges of the room, running her hands along the surface looking for a seam or something to press that would allow her to exit. She also really wished she could find something to wear. Somehow encountering alien life while in the buff didn’t seem like it would put her at an advantage, so when she heard a whisper of sound behind her, she whirled while slapping one hand over her crotch and flinging the other across her boobs.

Given her generous size, that didn’t accomplish much other than make her alien kidnapper open his eyes wide before laughing, an apparently universal sound.

“I fail to see the humor,” she growled through gritted teeth. “Now, if you don’t mind, I’d appreciate you turn around, or even better, run along to fetch me some clothes.”

That shut him up even if he remained facing her. “Xfinew fika gdolpa?” He spoke to her in a guttural tongue that sent shivers dancing along her skin.

She ignored how his voice affected her and concentrated on the fact she didn’t understand a damned thing he said. “I don’t know what the hell you just said, so do you want to try again in English instead of whatever alien language you’re using.” She tapped a bare foot as she glared at him imperiously—naked or not, she refused to show fear even if inside, she quivered at the situation.

He snarled some foreign words before throwing something at her and stalking out of the room. Fabric hit her as she watched in stunned amazement how the previously unseen door just slid across the opening, leaving the wall seamless again.

Unsure of when the annoyed alien freak would return, she scrambled to get into the clothes, his she surmised judging by the size and style: a white tunic shirt that hung to her knees and pants that hugged her rounded ass but went well past her ankle. She sat down and rolled the bottoms until her feet peeked out. As attire went, she was well covered if braless.

As she waited for the Martian to return, her mind took the time to dissect his appearance properly. First, immense didn’t begin to describe him. The man had to tower over her by at least a foot or more, and at five foot eight, she wasn’t some dainty little flower. And talk about wide. Holy freaking chest. She had only to look down at the shirt that draped her body to swallow in awe at the width of his torso. Big from muscle or fat? Or does he have like alien parts hidden under there?

She couldn’t deny a curiosity to find out. Ignoring his body for a minute, she thought on his face and the color of his skin. Purple, he’s freaking purple. Not a light pansy violet, but a deep rich mauve that made his almost opaque blue eyes pop. His dark hair, with its slight wave, hung almost to his shoulders, the color matching the neatly trimmed goatee on his square chin. He wore a silver ring in one nostril and another in his arched brow. His lips appeared black, but his teeth gleamed brightly—and pointed. Definitely a carnivore with chompers like that. And when he spoke in that strange gibberish, he’d rumbled low and sexy, a gruff voice to go with his tough ass look. She vaguely recalled calling him Han Solo on crack, but she revised that to Johnny Depp in his pirate role commuted to space. Dark, dangerous, and wickedly hot looking. Given his alien characteristics, she had to wonder just what other surprises he hid other than his skin color and teeth, like maybe a forked dick or acidic jizz. She slapped a hand over her mouth before she could giggle aloud, not sure if he or some other E.T. watched her from some hidden camera.

Good looks aside, she wasn’t here on an intergalactic cruise to pick up sexy aliens—even if she couldn’t deny curiosity. She’d narrowly escaped her last lover, and now that she had a second chance at life, she needed to swear off men—even hot space ones—for a while. A long while. Hell, maybe I’ll check out what it’s like on the other side. Maybe I’d have better luck with another woman. The idea didn’t enthuse her. A carpet muncher she was not.

With no warning, the wall slid open again and her dark pirate stepped in, his clear eyes glittering. He tossed something small at her and she lifted her hands to catch it—and missed. She’d never excelled at sports, outside the bedroom that was. Naked, she could keep up with any skinny bitch.

The little black object clattered to the floor and she heard an exasperated sigh. “Well, excuse me for not being Miss Agile. You try getting almost drowned by your boyfriend, sucked into some spaceship by a tractor beam, and then having some weird machine experiment on you. I guarantee your reflexes would suck, too.”

He didn’t reply, just crossed his arms across his massive chest and inclined his head at the object on the floor. She stooped to pick it up and turned it in her hand, not recognizing the item at all. “What is it?” Another sigh sounded followed by movement. She flicked her gaze at him and sucked in a breath as she discovered him coming at her, almost seven feet of bristling, purple alien pirate. In a disgustingly girly reaction, she backed up. He growled, and in reflex, she growled back. Her response made his brows shoot up. She couldn’t help the smirk that crossed her face as she threw him off balance.

In a lightning quick move, his hand shot out toward her and she squeaked before she dashed behind the table she’d woken up on.

“Don’t come near me,” she yelled. “You—you giant, purple weirdo.”

“Kddwol sgewo.” He spoke gibberish again and motioned her forward with his hand.

She snorted. Not likely. He snarled, baring his pointed teeth. With nothing to protect herself, she threw the black thing at him. He caught it with a blurring movement of his hand and she gulped. He displayed remarkable reflexes. He moved around the table, and she shuffled her feet, keeping herself away.

It wasn’t like her to act so cowardly, but truly, the guy—if an alien could be called a guy—was freaking huge, and he didn’t look happy. She screamed when he leapt over the table and snagged an arm around her waist. She continued to shriek and thrash as he whirled her around. He yanked her back into his hard chest, his one arm an immovable anchor around her waist. His other hand fiddled at her ear, and she screamed. “Let go of me you freakish brute.”

“Would you shut up, you annoying female, before I give into my first impulse to kill you.”

As his words penetrated her panic, she stilled, her chest heaving. “I understood you,” she whispered.

“Of course you did, silly human. If you hadn’t panicked, like your kind are wont to do, I would have shown you how to insert the translator yourself.”

“Well, how the hell was I supposed to know?” she snapped back. “It’s not like I’ve ever met an alien before. In my world, we don’t shove things in people’s ears when we meet them for the first time.”

“Yes, I am well aware of your planet’s barbarian status,” he retorted with a disgusted snort.

“What?” she sputtered. “Look who’s calling the kettle black. I’d say you aren’t that far from caveman status yourself.”

“I knew I should have killed you,” he grumbled from behind her.

It occurred to Megan that perhaps she should shut up for a moment before he acted on his words. The silence, though, made her aware of where she stood, more against whom. Pressed against her back, the alien heated her even through the fabric separating them. The palm pressed against her stomach branded her through the thin linen shirt and held her firmly against him. She wiggled in a sudden attempt to get away, but this served only to have him bring her closer and her eyes widened as she felt something poking her in the back. That better not be what I think it is.

Instead of smartly shutting up, she took in a breath. “Oh, no fucking way. If you think I’m going to service you sexually, you are out of your mind. I don’t bang guys I don’t know, and that goes double for aliens. I don’t care if you accidentally rescued me.”

He thrust her from him and snorted. “You think highly of yourself, female, if you think I would stoop to copulating with your pale form. Your mouth alone is enough to shrivel any man’s cock.”

Megan whirled and planted her hands on her hip. “Pale? I’m the one with some normal color here instead of freaking purple. And I’ll have you know, my mouth has never received any complaints; on the contrary, my oral techniques are well known among my lovers.” When his lips twitched into a partial grin, she grasped what she’d said and red heat rose up her neck to color her cheeks. However, she didn’t cower or run. She stood straighter and faced him with a glare.

“Thank you for advising me of your aptitude. I shall be sure to add it to your list of skills when I auction you off at the first available port.”

And with those words, he whirled on his heel and began walking away.

Auction? Oh, hell no. She steeled herself for battle and took off after him.

* * * *

Tren bristled with anger, not at the Earthling who’d amused him with her brave posturing and inane chattering, but at himself for his interest in finding out just how good her oral skills were. He had no interest in the barbarian creature. Although, shoving his cock into her chatterbox would at least muffle the sound of her complaining for a while, something his turgid shaft urged him to try.

And there lay another issue—his attraction to her. It didn’t help she’d gone from drowned, wretched looking sea creature to feisty and surprisingly attractive female. Dry, her hair was streaked yellow and brown in a strangely attractive manner and curled slightly. Her backside, which he’d not noticed previously, was round and inviting. As for her two breasted shape, he enjoyed the way her round breasts filled out the fabric of his shirt and how her nipples protruded through the fabric, begging for a mouth to suck them.

No. We do not play with the merchandise. Wait, that applied to virgin stock. From the way this one spoke, she was far from that state. Although, she might end up as frozen food if she keeps haranguing me. She followed close on his heels as he strode away in an attempt to escape her tirade.

“There will be no selling of me and my services,” she screeched from behind him.

Tren ignored her and kept walking. What she wanted didn’t even factor into his decisions.

“Ooh.” Exasperation colored her exclamation, and a moment later, she attacked him, pummeling his back in a fury with her fists.

Seriously? He turned and her blows rained on his rock hard abdomen. He stared down at her while she vented her wrath and only when she slowed did he drawl. “Done yet?”

She raised sparking brown eyes to his, and he couldn’t help notice the pink flush on her cheeks. He found himself captivated by the redness of her lips, their natural color, he assumed, now that she’d warmed up. He missed seeing her knee, though, which connected with his cock with unerring accuracy.

“Now I am,” she sassed, sounding all too pleased with herself.

Tren gritted his teeth through the burning pain, and before she could inflict more damage, he grabbed her and upended her over his shoulder. 

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